Quotes About Soul

He imagined he had saved his soul rather ingeniously. Commanded by the Gospel to sell all and give to the poor, he sold his estates, rendering himself destitute, then gave the purchase money, eleven barrels of gold, to himself.

In Plato and in many Greek tragedies we learn that the Athenians did not seem to believe in rewards and punishments after death. 'In fact, they do not seem to have expected very much at all. "After death every man is earth and shadow: nothing goes to nothing".' (This is a character in one of Euripides' plays.) In Plato's Phaedo, Simmias betrays his worry that at his death his soul will be scattered 'and this is their end'.52

Plato to Descartes to Dawkins to Rhanda. Souls and zombie agents and qualia. Kolmogorov complexity. Consciousness as Divine Spark. Consciousness as electromagnetic field. Consciousness as functional cluster.

envisage the artist as a focal point in a three-way interplay between the individual soul, the outer physical world of nature, and the collective belief system of his society.

Bazen etraf?m?zda o kadar esrarl? bir hâdise olur ki ince teferuat?na kadar bunu sezeriz, fakat hiçbir ?ey idrak etmeyiz; ruhumuzun içinde ikinci bir ruh her ?eyi anlar, fakat bize anlatmaz, böyle korkunç i?aretlerle bizi muamman?n derinliklerine atar ve bo?ar.

Sofradaki münala?an?n çirkin bir çocu?u do?du: Sükut. Ruhlar ac?la?m??t? ve güzel bir mevzua girilemiyordu.

Ah ben ruhumun içindeki o ikinci ruhu bilirim, esrar? gören gözleriyle ve esrar? duyan kulaklar?yla her ?eyi sezer ve bana sezdirir ve beni aldatamaz, ah, içim beni aldatmaz.

As a leader your job is to do everything in your power to create the perfect conditions for success by benching your ego and inspiring your team to play the game the right way. But at some point, you need to let go and turn yourself over to the basketball gods. The soul of success is surrendering to what is.

Music is not just the black dots on the white paper -- it's what happens when those black dots go into your heart, and come out again.

Vast historical changes in the last 500 years in the West have slowly created a world in which the individual is commonly understood to be a container of a 'mind' and more recently a 'self' that needs to be 'therapied,' rather than, say, a carrier of a divine soul that needs to be saved, or simply an element of the communal unit that must cooperate for the common good.

I tried to balance the sufferings of the miserable victim against the moral degradation of Memphis, and the truth flashed over me that in large measure the race question involves the saving of black America's body and white America's soul.

She clearly had the gift. Partly, the gift was just plain, old-fashioned love. Partly, it was a questioning intelligence. Real teachers had a kind of longing, a searching excitement of soul. They wanted to find out things. They didn't settle for the old, easy answers. They lived in their minds more than in the world.

Artists sometimes talk about art for art's sake. What they mean is that art has intrinsic worth: it has value in and of itself, apart from any utility. This needs to be said because there are always some people who wonder why we need art, on the assumption that in order to be a legitimate calling it must perform some practical function. But since God has made us to enjoy beauty, art itself is able to nourish our souls.

Who knoweth God the sum of science owns. The heavens record His handiwork; the earth Worships His footsteps; life His breath repeats; The soul His image; everlasting space, The harmonies of His nature echoing, round Reflects His vast extension; the great whole, His boundless being, and His infinite mind.

What's that got to do with it?" Sam said. "A humorist is a man whose soul is black, black, but who turns his curdles of darkness into explosions of light. But when the light dies out, the black returns.

If grief could burn out Like a sunken coal, The heart would rest quiet, The unrent soul Be still as a veil; But I have watched all night The fire grow silent, The grey ash soft: And I stir the stubborn flint The flames have left, And grief stirs, and the deft Heart lies impotent.

I am the soul stretching into the furthest reaches of my fingers and beyond from "Last Words," The New Yorker , Poems: December 13, 1982 Issue.

The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open.

When we contemplate what happened in Cambodia, we are looking not at some exotic horror story but into darkness, into the foul places of our own souls.

Words contain the "souls" or minds of people in the past; as such, they tell the story of consciousness.

Ik heb nog nooit een schoft of een heilige gezien. De dingen zijn nooit helemaal zwart of helemaal wit, alles is grijs. Mensen en hun zielen ook… Je ziel is grijs, behoorlijk grijs, zoals die van ons allemaal…

She couldn't see the obvious lines of definition, that the female identity could not allow itself to be invaded, perverted, and compromised by brutish men - alien spirits really - whose sole purpose was to inject foreign matter in women and upon withdrawal take away bits of their souls. Men put in and took out, like giant mosquitoes.

Limits exist only in the souls of those who do not dream.

And do not forget that the blood of rebellion flows through your veins, that around your soul meanders the river of perfection; above all stay devoted to your art — even if it is only the art of living! — above all remain loyal to it.